In
the rolling autumn winds
Brews a storm of uncertainty.
Whispered rumors of anarchy
Drowned by chaotic broadcasts.
Algorithms try to fuel the flames.
Negativity flashes across screens.
A simple conversation about peace
Turns into an uncivilized war of trolls.
Misinformation spewed by rage bait;
Science is now questioned by inquisition.
Religious zealots burning written words
As they worship idols on their screens.
Somewhere buried in all this hatred
Are the quiet screams for humility.
We cannot keep living through fear.
We cannot keep fighting through hate.
We're meant to be creatures of empathy,
And not blind monsters fueled by apathy.
We shouldn't be digging massive graves
In the mushroom clouds filling the sky.
In the frigid, rolling autumn winds
Approaches a storm of uncertainty.
Somewhere in the end of all the chaos
We will find peace or our total demise.
My imagination is my pen
My decisions are chapters
In the great novel called life
However, life is truly not a book
It is a long and enduring journey
That begins from the moment of birth
And ends when we refuse to carry on
What happens on this mysterious journey
Is totally up to you, so choose wisely
For life doesn't make you who you are
You make life what you want it to be
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
"Rolling Winds"
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